We are continuously wowed with wonderful sunrises this winter!
as God 'breaks the bud of night with heaven’s hardy, hearty Majesty'
See! February’s gardens beam from dirt where dream-seeds start to stir
To fill the scope of hope renewed with visions of spring and summer
To touch the page of pictures pressed to winter’s laughing aftermath
Where sunbeams dance and bare feet prance upon earth’s posy-pulsing path
Look! February’s gardens bloom as spent plumes bedeck pristine halls
To steal the eye a second time with tinsel soft as cotton balls
To burst the hub of happiness into smile-storms from heart to ears
Where nature spreads Her empty arms and gathers Old Man Winter’s tears
Ah! February’s gardens brim from sunny south-faced window-sills
To fill sweet home with friendly hints of field and fallow-harboured thrills
To wake in weary winter-worlds a sudden, sacred sense of He
Who breaks the bud of night with heaven’s hardy, hearty Majesty
Come! February’s gardens brood and throb beneath heath, snow-veneered
Where frigid noon will soon drip like ice-cream from Old Man Winter’s beard
And hands a little softer now, not pushing plows of plant and reap
Will be filled with forget-me-nots and other 'tots' roused from their sleep
© Janet Martin
ah! February's gardens brim from sunny, south-faced windowsills...
(my NOT very green thumb embarrasses houseplants...poor things!)
but they bring me sweet pleasure, all the same๐
but alas, in Ontario we are still bundled in blankets/banquets/bank-ets of white
